"Man, I can't believe this movie got such bad reviews!" Mikey said excitedly, his eyes glued to the TV screen. He was leaning forward, and Raph was amusing himself by moving the popcorn bowl every time Mikey took a piece – unable to remove his eyes from the film, he was forced to grope for the bowl, to the red-masked turtle's undying amusement.

"Yeah, this is a real winner," Leo said, only slightly sarcastic. Blood Samurai vs. Yakuza was, actually, a pretty fun watch – if you could overlook the premise.

He glanced over at his third brother. "You okay, Donnie?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Usually, Donnie couldn't restrain the occasional comment about movie physics – or in the case of this particular gem, movie everything.

"Huh? Oh, great, loved that part," Donnie said distractedly, pulling the blanket up tight around his neck.

Sitting next to him, April giggled.

"O-kay..." Leo said, a slow smile growing on his face.

Donnie didn't notice. There was a slim little hand stroking his lean, muscular thigh, and he couldn't concentrate on a single thing else.

His T-phone buzzed, and he grabbed it, but his brothers didn't care; they were too busy watching the Blood Samurai murdering a Yakuza kidnap squad.

Got your tail :D

"Wha... hngnhnghhh!"

His voice trailed off into a guttural mess as April's fingers curled around his uncoiled tail. He stiffened in the sofa as the strain of keeping himself from unsheathing became almost unbearable.

"April!" he hissed quietly, his hands gripping the sofa cushion. "I don't think that's a g-good..."

"Remember under the table?" she asked casually.

Donnie gulped as his cock uncoiled right into her hand.

"Mercy?" he squeaked as she started stroking.

"You made me come with your father in the room!" she reminded him. "Three times!" She held up three fingers in emphasis.

"Whatcha counting, April?" Raph asked.

"Umm... dismemberments!" Donnie said, his voice squawky.

"There's been a lot more than three! Pay attention!" Raph said, turning back to the movie.

April's hand sped up under the blanket.

Donnie's jaw clenched, his eyes widening as he felt something rising inside him.

Then April pressed her lips against his cheek and gave him a quick, hot little lick just where his jawbone met his neck, and he groaned as he spurted all over her fingers.

She pulled her hand out from under the blanket, turned his head towards her, and he swallowed hard as she started licking his creamy sperm off her fingers, lapping up the salty-sweet stuff with long, wet licks.

"Maybe I should try Murakami-san's turtle soup," she said, jostling the blank-eyed, drooling Donnie.

"Guys, shut up!" Mikey complained. "It's the climax!"

"Sorry, Mikey!" April said. "Maybe there'll be another climax."

Donnie couldn't stop her hand in time, and as her fingers gripped his rapidly re-hardening cock, he settled himself in for a long, awkward night.